He sat in his throne, running his hands through his greasy black hair and waiting impatiently for his men to come back with news of something or perhaps someone he had been waiting and trying to find for fifteen years, as he stared out into the distance, his red eyes gleaming and his mouth stretched into a smile.
His thoughts were interrupted by one of his men, he snapped his fingers for him to speak- "S-Sire D-Death?they e-escaped before we h-had a chance b-but we did find Jofas, he's unconscious but he'll soon c-come to his senses." "But say, what if he doesn't, what shall I do with you?", laughing maliciously and shouting at his man to get out of his sight. He whipped his black cape around and sat back in his throne, his eyebrows furrowed and his red eyes bursting with anger and hate, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Where is that Jofas?" "In here sire", stammered a young man and pointed to one of the doors that led to the dungeons.
"So, here we are again, where is the child Jofas? ANSWER ME," he boomed. Jofas replied calmly,"Gone." "Tell me where is the child and I'll spare you", he said fingering his dagger. "I'd rather die and take the answer to grave than tell you and let you destroy them", said Jofas standing up, as he tried- Death threw his dagger at Jofas and it hit him,piercing a hole in his heart-"Ah, I haven't lost my throwing ability have I?" He asked the guard, and bent over to have a better look at Jofas's face, took the dagger out of his heart and stabbed his face six times and finally whispered in his ear, saying, "this isn't over yet."
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The Secret of the Winged
FantasyCoralline thought she was an ordinary young girl until Professor Gwendawich Wazouski came along. Suddenly from a girl protected from the world all this time got an enormous responsibility on her head, one, if she's done it right the Tree will be saf...
